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Singed Nose Hairs

My nose hairs-you know that their all singed... My nose hairs-I picked up way to much wind...! Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? This strange thing is-it's a real nostril stinger. You know this means-a smoked out phantom will linger! Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger? Why don't you pull my finger?
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Published
Nov 20, 2025
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#short#funny#beatles#songs#pull#finger#adaptations#farts#smell
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